- Mar 24, 2017
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- Non-Denom
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- Single
all my days, I chased
my worth to waste
I'm fine to buy cd's of sad stories
telling of senseless imagery without reasons for the
suffering and likeliness that I had my reasons to be embarrassed
cuz the life of endless romance yet sarcasm about high school, a price or definition, any fantasy became nothing more than a pity, and a worthless party laughing at me, romance, of couse the weak get hurt the most. an atrosity.
but haters in wait, not sure what it takes, worth being famous? but I blew it, so now I know, what I thought I'd like to know
is now to me a shame to think is worthless.
I'm not going to make the same mistake, I can save my days to look forward to a trend of parties? No. live my life so I can believe something else besides the why covered scenarios in what I cant find sincerity.
happiness I lay into and notice sadness no longer covers emptiness as much as a comfortable blanket.
what might I discover when I've recovered from this hard learning.
This is not fools gold, so easy to prefer false hope then a possible new home. But Im here and been troubled, once thought as friends who thinks its cool to smirk and
see I'm at the wrong scene. singing a song I'd say is great
but not in the spirits of being such cheerful company.
Since I'm not drawn to winners or being cool by the group that made the grade to lead the way for a crowd to sing like fools.
I'm here to be apart and not give in cuz I still have reasons to make the claim that I can change.
I didn't really think I'd want to be the person who joins in so a woman is considering her reputation cuz
I'm lame.
If I was here for the popularity. Then I would make an attempt to blend in.
but someone who ruins nice things, that was worth most peoples notice.
offended, defensive, and sometimes can't tell when pretentious.
but once a level up from loser, be a rebel? If didn't learn
say no more, it gets worse.
no material for a story of a winner.
grasp the joy of the things of memory of what really is my greatest intentions to be happy. even though its not for now.
Spent all the life that made for wanting the things that have passed. My last selfish indulgence, a masochism, like I could afford a childhood possesion hard to let go of.
where broken hearted and women always
make the theme of feeling a moment leaving because close yet always out of reach, never knowing that I believe that I don't have it to be worthy if that is I see, so please no more reminder how it goes.
I know I'm not doing this cuz I don't have a choice. but I dont feel like I really want to deserve something better than something affirmed.
And besides regret, the word is letting go but revenge is not a luxury no matter how small. If I'd like to be a jerk, for what I think has been done to me.
I'm probably wrong, many sides to a story. But not justifying enablers of lies since I rather place good footing in foothold.
sometimes mine.
my worth to waste
I'm fine to buy cd's of sad stories
telling of senseless imagery without reasons for the
suffering and likeliness that I had my reasons to be embarrassed
cuz the life of endless romance yet sarcasm about high school, a price or definition, any fantasy became nothing more than a pity, and a worthless party laughing at me, romance, of couse the weak get hurt the most. an atrosity.
but haters in wait, not sure what it takes, worth being famous? but I blew it, so now I know, what I thought I'd like to know
is now to me a shame to think is worthless.
I'm not going to make the same mistake, I can save my days to look forward to a trend of parties? No. live my life so I can believe something else besides the why covered scenarios in what I cant find sincerity.
happiness I lay into and notice sadness no longer covers emptiness as much as a comfortable blanket.
what might I discover when I've recovered from this hard learning.
This is not fools gold, so easy to prefer false hope then a possible new home. But Im here and been troubled, once thought as friends who thinks its cool to smirk and
see I'm at the wrong scene. singing a song I'd say is great
but not in the spirits of being such cheerful company.
Since I'm not drawn to winners or being cool by the group that made the grade to lead the way for a crowd to sing like fools.
I'm here to be apart and not give in cuz I still have reasons to make the claim that I can change.
I didn't really think I'd want to be the person who joins in so a woman is considering her reputation cuz
I'm lame.
If I was here for the popularity. Then I would make an attempt to blend in.
but someone who ruins nice things, that was worth most peoples notice.
offended, defensive, and sometimes can't tell when pretentious.
but once a level up from loser, be a rebel? If didn't learn
say no more, it gets worse.
no material for a story of a winner.
grasp the joy of the things of memory of what really is my greatest intentions to be happy. even though its not for now.
Spent all the life that made for wanting the things that have passed. My last selfish indulgence, a masochism, like I could afford a childhood possesion hard to let go of.
where broken hearted and women always
make the theme of feeling a moment leaving because close yet always out of reach, never knowing that I believe that I don't have it to be worthy if that is I see, so please no more reminder how it goes.
I know I'm not doing this cuz I don't have a choice. but I dont feel like I really want to deserve something better than something affirmed.
And besides regret, the word is letting go but revenge is not a luxury no matter how small. If I'd like to be a jerk, for what I think has been done to me.
I'm probably wrong, many sides to a story. But not justifying enablers of lies since I rather place good footing in foothold.
sometimes mine.
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